Akito POV
this entire fic was kinda inspired by an akitoya angst where his dad handcuffed him
im sorry i cant remember the name-
if u do plz comment so i can give credit (haha testing ur akitoya knowledge)
#ineedhelp (again)
I open my eyes in a blurry daze. There's a grimy and robust concrete ceiling above me, covered in something black. What the . . . please don't be mold or shit or something.
What . . . .
The . . .
Fuck . .
Is going on?
Wait . . .
I shoot up from the cold hard ground, but am harshly jerked back by some sort of restriction. On top of that, I just my head just misses the low ceiling.
As my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, I see it.
Handcuffs.
My left hand is handcuffed to a thick, short, and unforgiving chain attached into the wall.
Fuck. Why did I have to be dominant on that one?
. . .
Shit. Where is he?
After my eyes adjust to the dim, cramped space, they desperately spring from one spot to another. I find Toya.
He's on the opposite side of the room, still unconscious.
This is probably my fault.
I . . .
I've pissed off so many people in this life that I've completely lost count. insert zoomed face of arata tono; i fucking hate that man and nothing will ever change that
We fucking got kidnapped. ye boi and we were all waiting for it
It really is like the universe wants me to suffer now.
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And why did they take Toya-kun too?
Was it because he was close to me?
It's all my fault. I can't . . .
I can't do this anymore.
Why . . . what did I do in my past life to fucking deserve this?
I regret everything.
I should have been nicer to Ena onii-san. I should have studied harder in school.
I should have tried harder to fix this broken family.
. . . . . .
I should have told Toya how much he meant to me.
And . . . . I'm crying again. At this point, my self control has all but dissolved completely, and the sobs I unleash from somewhere deep inside me are loud and painful.
I sense a subtle movement.
". . . Akito? What happened . . . "
Oh shit. He had to wake up now.
I can't seem to stop. Everything comes out like a breached dam that will never be put back together. imagine aki as a beaver 😜
I close my eyes tightly, not wanting to see his expression. Still, I can't seem to ignore the clanking sound of his own chains as he tries to pull toward me. He's panicking too, but focuses on trying to comfort me where he can.
". . . I-i-it's okay, Akito-kun. It'll be okay. We'll get out of here . . . I-I promise . . . I swear I'll try my best to figure something out. We'll go back home and . . . Please . . . I . . ."
My head throbs sharply on the side, and I see a vague flash of blue.
"Are you okay?"
I can barely recall anything, but I think I got whacked in the skull earlier and passed out. Come to think of it . . . am I bleeding?
I'm even more scared now.
This feels familiar.
This "oh, shit," moment . . . when you realize that you could die.
You could die right now.
You could leave this world at any time.
No one knows . . . . what the future holds.
What strings fate might pull.
But . . . .
How many people can currently say that they'd be able to die happy, here, in this moment?
Maybe not many.
I have nothing left to lose.
All that matters to me is right here.
So, might as well go all in.
" . . . . I love you . . ." I whisper in Toya's direction as my eyes flutter shut once again.
The door creaks open.
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toya choked
aki concussion *laughs in when i tried to ski*
no one told i wasnt supposed to just go straight down, okay?
i was like fucking twelve . . .
*begs for mercy*
honorifics still be wacky and i still don't careeee
im very burnt out might take a break
